you got the look, but not the credit they wrote the book, on how to sell it

from cigarettes, to skinny jeans you got the money, they got the means

oh you upper cl*ss daughters, and working cl*ss sons it’s hard to save a dollar, the way the world’s run you’re the target market of a corporate joke it won’t be so ironic when your daddy is broke

surprise surprise, surprise surprise you’re much better looking when you’re in disguise surprise surprise, surprise surprise and this revolution has been brought to you by

just gotta stop, so you can mimic the tortured artist, the jaded cynic

the latest gadget, is just a gimmick another sucker, born every minute

well i’m sick of this town, bringing me down a first world epidemic all around i’m sick of this town, bringing me down a lost generation trying to act profound

oh you upper cl*ss daughters, and working cl*ss sons it’s hard to save a dollar the way the world’s run we got a counterculture you can buy of a shelf if you’re losing your ident*ty trust somebody else

surprise surprise, surprise surprise you’re much better looking when you’re in disguise surprise surprise, surprise surprise and this revolution has been brought to you by those who seem to think we don’t care and those who seem to think we’re not aware surprise surprise, surprise surprise you’re much better looking when you’re in disguise

call the ranks… call the ranks… call the ranks…

oh you working cl*ss daughters, and upper cl*ss sons it’s hard to save a dollar the way the world’s run we’re the target market of a corporate hoax our generation is a f*cking joke

surprise surprise, surprise surprise you’re much better looking when you’re in disguise surprise surprise, surprise surprise and this revolution has been brought to you by those who seem to think we don’t care and those who seem to think we’re not aware surprise surprise, surprise surprise you’re much better looking when you’re in disguise